deltrittennovels Chapter 179
Chapter 179
Chapter 179
When Ye Jinghong heard this old friend's sudden response so simply, he couldn't help but cursed with a smile:
"Well, you Wang Dalong, you really don't want to scatter eagles if you don't see a rabbit. Once I hear that, I will bring out all the good tea in the house, and I agree faster than anyone else."
"Humph!"
"Don't explain, explaining is covering up, and covering up is the truth."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Hearing this, Wang Dalong laughed, but there was nothing embarrassing about it, it was just old friends teasing each other.
After laughing, he went on to say: "Old Ye, Lao Ye, you are trying to block him from what I want to say later!"
"However, I still have to say what I have to say. If I win, I will only take one can of tea, and the price should not be too high. Ordinary ones will do."
"After all, people like me, who are used to drinking, don't appreciate tea as much as you do. Don't waste it."
"Haha!" Ye Jinghong touched the beard on his chin, and said with a smile, "Since you have said so, let me say something, if I win later, I can just take a bottle of wine, it doesn't need to be expensive , Ordinary ones are fine, the main thing is to make a good start, otherwise it will be expensive, I'm afraid you old guy will be very distressed."
"Oh! My heart hurts?" Wang Dalong was unhappy, "I'm still afraid that your heart hurts!"
"Hmph, let's wait and see. Let me tell you, Old Wang, ever since I said I would bet on all the good tea at home, I never had any distressing thoughts in my heart."
"Because there is no chance."
Ye Jinghong said with a proud face, especially when he said "I don't have this opportunity", let alone how confident he was.
Bickering, still going on.
Ye Fan listened to his old man and his old friend teasing each other hard, there was no smile on his face, but his heart was full of laughter.
The two old men were actually afraid that the other party would really feel sorry for them, so they took the initiative to reduce the other party's lottery.
But the tone of the mouth is getting harder and harder.
The Calligraphy Association of Shanghai is far away from the busy city, but it is not too remote.
In more common terms, it means choosing a place with a good location in an area with relatively cheap land prices.
The Calligraphy Association is a large courtyard with some antique flavors. Just after entering the gate, the first thing that catches the eye is the flower beds on both sides of the road. There are quite beautiful flowers that Ye Fan doesn't know.
At this time, Ye Jinghong suddenly said to his grandson: "The calligraphy association in this magical capital, the most comfortable place is not to see flowers, nor is it the fish pond that will pass by later, but the bamboo forest in the backyard."
"That's true!" Wang Dalong on the side also answered with a smile, "Since ancient times, literati have emphasized integrity, and those who practice calligraphy also pay special attention to the strength of character from pen and ink."
"After all, it's a word. Only when there is a bone support, can it be considered as a support. Otherwise, it is no different from a puddle of mud."
"And the bamboo forest in the backyard was determined by the first generation president of the Modu Calligraphy Association as the "strength of character" of the Modu Calligraphy Association. Therefore, no matter which president it is, it loves that bamboo forest very much."
"Therefore, the bamboo forest is also very good. If you have time to go to the pavilion in the bamboo forest and place rice paper, it will be considered a very elegant thing."
elegant?
Is this what grandpa said was comfortable?
Indeed, it just sounds exciting!
"Evan?"
Just as Ye Fan and the others passed the fish pond that Ye Jinghong casually mentioned, they heard shouts from behind.
Ye Fan turned his head and saw the man, he couldn't help but said happily: "An Feng, long time no see, you must be here to participate in this calligraphy competition too!"
There was no doubt in Ye Fan's tone, isn't this an obvious thing!
After saying hello to his old classmates, Ye Fan greeted the old man next to Liu Anfeng again: "Hi, Grandpa Liu, your body is still so tough!"
That old man was Liu Anfeng's grandfather, Liu Jingwen who was as famous in the calligraphy world as Ye Jinghong.
Liu Anfeng said: "Haha, Ye Fan, after hearing what you said, you are also here to participate in this calligraphy competition. I originally wanted to compete for the leader of the Demon City, but when you came, I could only think about it." Let's fight for No.2."
Liu Anfeng's words are not arrogant. He won the No.1 in the calligraphy competition unilaterally held by Shanghai before.
However, after Ye Fan arrived, he could only say with a wry smile that he would fight for the second place.
He also has self-knowledge. Ye Fan's level of calligraphy strength is enough to compare with Ye Jinghong or Liu Jingwen.
This kind of strength, facing him, is to drive the soil compactor and directly crush it.
It's still the kind of crushing that can't lift a little dust.
At this moment, Liu Anfeng was thinking, after Ye Fan won the top prize in the National Calligraphy Competition, the applauding audience would be surprised by his good looks or his strength.
Yes, Liu Anfeng already felt in his heart that it was a certainty for Ye Fan to win the national competition.
Anyone who knows a little about calligraphy will think so after seeing Ye Fan's handwriting.
"Yo, how crazy is it to book the first and second so early!"
A discordant voice came out.
Ye Fan turned his head and looked over, only to see a person walking from the side path, perhaps he was a little upset when he heard Liu Anfeng's words.
Ye Fan wasn't upset by the voice, after all, what Liu Anfeng said just now might indeed be a little crazy in the eyes of others.
Although it is a qualified madness, it is certainly not recognized by everyone.
Afterwards, this person obviously recognized several well-known figures in the calligraphy field present, his eyes could not help but brighten, and his voice said happily:
"Haha, I'm so lucky today. I actually met three seniors in the Chinese calligraphy circle at once. I'm so rude."
Liu Anfeng frowned suspiciously, "You are?"
Since he won No. 1 in the calligraphy competition in Shanghai, well-known young people in the calligraphy circle of Shanghai have almost known him.
He will even know that what he said is actually the truth, not arrogance.
As for this person, Liu Anfeng had a very good face, thinking about it, he probably had never seen him before.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zhao Zihe. I won No.1 in the calligraphy competition held by Southern Fujian Province three years ago."
"Number one in southern Fujian?" Liu Anfeng wondered, "Why did the number one in southern Fujian come to our capital?"
"Hehe!" Zhao Zihe coughed dryly, "Didn't I come to Shanghai because my family has moved?"
What this person said seemed to be that he, Zhao Zihe, couldn't stay in southern Fujian any longer, so he came to Shanghai.
(End of this chapter)